A Unicorn Mom, by definition, according to Urban Dictionary, is a mother who’s not perfect, enjoys alcohol, has a sense of humor and couldn’t care less what you think.
She sounds pretty cool
And it’s all fun & games till someone lands up an alcoholic in rehab. Then…. not so much!
I recently read this article: Sorry Helicopter Parents, You’re Out. This Year, It’s All About the Unicorn Mums
And I feel like this is just another example of how we glamorize drinking and alcoholism in women.
I’m going to rock the boat and say – Unicorn Moms…. you don’t rock!
Up until recently, I probably would have proudly called myself a Unicorn Mom. But my eyes have been opened and I now realize that being a Unicorn Mom did not make me fun or cool, it simply made me stupid.
I am an Ordinary Mom (something I’m emotionally intelligent enough to realize actually makes me pretty extraordinary) and as a reformed Unicorn Mom, I can tell you, the only real difference is that I give zero *&^%S without needing a “cold beverage”! I don’t need to be drunk or “enjoying a cold beverage” to not care what you or anyone else thinks. Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy a “cold beverage” but I’ve wised up and am learning to cope with my role and responsibility without a crutch as destructive as a “cold beverage”.
I’m armed too.. I don’t need a mythical horn!
I’m armed with a big heart, sharp wit, and a quick tongue. I also have a fist and I’m not afraid to use it, so don’t try messing with me or my kids. I’m fierce AF and I don’t need a horn to prove it. Nor do I need a head full of washed out “rainbow” hair to prove that I have style or class or I’m hip or I’m cool. In fact, I don’t need to prove anything because I’m an ordinary mom, which, like I said, makes me pretty extraordinary because I don’t need to subscribe to anyone’s standards but my own. Now that’s fierce. And fabulous!
I don’t believe in magic but I make magic daily.
I don’t have a mythical horn growing out my head, no thanks, but I can still create magic in the lives of my children every day. Because I care and I’m there and I’m present.
I’m so over stupid parenting labels that separate mothers into us and them. Who’s cooler, who’s wiser, whose better?And I’m definitely so over the wine culture and cool moms.